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High Walls
I scanned the platform, but I didn’t see any sign of Simon. Good. Apparently, he wasn’t so invested that he’d hung around to see who was coming to meet me. That could have been awkward, to say the least.
There weren’t a lot of people in my immediate vicinity; it seemed like most of the Railrunner’s passengers must have headed directly for the parking lot. Of the ones who lingered on the platform, none seemed likely to be part of my Castillo welcoming party — I saw a casually dressed couple, probably a few years older than I, walking away toward what appeared to be a brewery and restaurant, and there was a gray-haired Native American woman with two young children in tow. Probably her grandchildren, since she looked too old to be a mother to kids who couldn’t be much more tha
